PSL - Felih and Rihnn go to the First...

[featherfoot]

And it's not right.



P'rihnn is honestly not sure what happened. One moment he had been fighting Zenos - or rather, Elidibus in Zenos' skin - and the next he was here. He vaguely remembers being hit by a powerful headache and seeing Elidibus approach him as if for a decisive blow, but the voice that had called him didn't seem quite the same as before. Was this how it had been for the others? For the Scions? Did his body lie on the ground in the Ghimlyt Dark, soul torn away? And for this?

He looks around his surroundings, frown growing deeper and deeper as he realises he hasn't the slightest clue where he is. There is no place he knows with such dense, purple foliage... and the light shining down on him is strangely oppressive, though he can't say why.

Fortunately he can see a nearby structure, and what looks like it might be a path. He can vaguely make out something beyond the trees, too, so... that way, then. After checking to make sure he still has his chakrams, just in case, P'rihnn makes his way to the wooden structure, looking around him to see if he can spy someone he can question.

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[featherfoot]

Worn out and worried he might be, as the beast bursts into light and dissipates in the air, P’rihnn still takes a moment to celebrate victory, spinning his chakrams and stretching out his body before turning his attention to his ally. Is he well? He can certainly feel the aether, and the light was so visible, but... he frowns.

“I’m fine,” he confirms, but he knows why Felih is puzzled. “I... expected to be fine, after all I’ve - we’ve - already been through, but I still expected something more than this...” He had assumed it would be something not entirely unlike a Primal’s tempering, wondered whether the Echo would give him protection from the Light as well and whether it was their blessing that had caught the Exarch’s interest, so perhaps he shouldn’t be surprised, but... for the beast to simply be gone feels a little anti-climactic.

Is that all?

He sighs, and returns his chakrams to his hips, looking up to the bright sky that was a constant reminder how far he is from home. He does not expect what he sees - a strange, dark ripple in the otherwise unbroken light.

“Hey...” he says, still staring upwards, trying to direct Felih’s attention.

[seasoflight]

"I... had expected worse to happen, truly," Felih admits, but he tends to be paranoid and anxious by nature, even if he tries not to show it. He starts to dust himself off and stretch, relaxing as he realizes the immediate threat seems to be gone, and looking up at the sky makes him pause in awe.

"The night sky," he murmurs, stunned at the sight of it breaking through the mantle of light. "Was the Lightwarden the anchor for the Light, here?" he asks, before looking at his hand and then back to the sky. "To pull apart the mantle... could we control it?" Before even waiting for a response, his hand moves towards the sky, and a burst of aether rushes out of him and towards the sky, starting to tear at the layer of light.

"P'rihnn, help me out here-" he calls, meeting some resistance.

[featherfoot]

Though there’s no need to be closer, P’rihnn approaches Felih’s side, wide eyes still fixed upwards in awe - he can see the burst of aether tearing at the light, the dark ripples expanding and revealing a starlit sky. Felih is not enough on his own, and stood by his partner’s side P’rihnn thrusts his own hand skyward, their combined energies bursting through the light and ripping a great divide through it.

The light parts, and it’s... stunning.

“We...” he says, but whatever he had to say is already forgotten.

[seasoflight]

Felih never thought he'd be so stunned and awed to see the night sky. He sees the light parting at their command, the two of them able to pull it aside as if they were merely curtains over the realm. It's strange- off in the distance, he can still see the Light covering the land, but at least here in Lakeland, the Light has been quelled, allowing for darkness.

"That... let's get back before any more Eaters show up," he finally says, although he stays put for a while despite it, a bit lost in thought. He's quiet for a few long moments, just staring at the sky, but then he murmurs, "I bet folk at the Crystarium are pretty surprised right now."

His tail is quivering a little. "Hopefully the sudden dark didn't startle them too much. Hells, do they even have lamps, now that I think on it...?"

[featherfoot]

“It’s been a hundred years, hasn’t it?” P’rihnn says, and he still finds himself unable to look away. They have just tore a hole in the oppressive light, and revealed the night sky as it was always supposed to be - the same night sky he saw at home. “People have grown up never seeing the night sky, not even as children... but they know what it is. It shouldn’t scare them” He hopes...

Seeing that Felih is not only awed, but still distracted and worried, thinking about lamps, he nudges him slightly with his elbow.

“Get hit so hard you’re seeing stars?” he asks.

[seasoflight]

The elbow startles him, but his ears perk up to better hear his companion. And then there's a pause, a stunned moment where the terrible pun truly sinks in, and Felih just loses it.

He starts to laugh, and then laughs harder, and harder, tears in his eyes before he altogether just lets himself stumble over and down onto the ground, where he lies on his back and looks up at the sky. The pure relief rushes over him like a welcome wave, the tension easing out of him as he realizes that they're out of immediate danger. His laughing slowly dies down, as he wipes tears from his eyes, still beaming up at his partner.

"T-Twelve... that was a horrid pun," he says, still trying to stifle some giggles.

[featherfoot]

His light joke appears to have the desired effect, and Felih breaking down into laughter is almost contagious - he gives a small, triumphant laugh before seating himself down on the ground with a little hop, leaning back on his hands and looking up to the stars.

“Got through your worrying, didn’t it? Mission accomplished!”

[seasoflight]

Felih just grins and slowly sits up, playfully bumping his shoulder against P'rihnn's before he just looks up at the sky.

"Never thought I'd be so glad to see the stars," he says with another small laugh, a tiny purr kicking up in his chest. "Hells. If nothing else, at least we've done that," he says, gesturing to the dark, shimmering sky. "That's progress, right?"

To drive back a flood of light seemed daunting, but if they could keep this up, hunting down the Lightwardens... hopefully, it should be... well, a simple affair, provided they don't get slaughtered. Still, things are hardly ever simple for him, are they?

[featherfoot]

“The Crystarium will probably be in chaos when we get back, but we fought the light and won,” P’rihnn says. “Even if it’s just in Lakeland.”

He lets himself drop back, lying flat on the ground to stargaze, clearly intent on staying out here a little longer before they journey back to the Crystarium - it doesn’t matter much to him if more monsters find them if he can have this moment.

“...I wonder... is this what he means us to do? The Exarch?” he wonders aloud. “He wanted you specifically, didn’t he?”

[seasoflight]

"I suppose so," Felih murmurs. "He did say that he wanted to save this world from the Light. And we've pushed it back- even if just from Lakeland. If we can keep this up... well, what little is left of this realm might be able to continue living on."

"Still... I wish he would be more open with us. It's hard to trust anything right now, and though I know this is meant to prevent a Calamity, a Rejoining, I can't help but wonder what else there is to the story. Is there truly no one in this realm with the Blessing of Light, who could slay the beasts in our place?"

A small sigh.

"...do you really think Ardbert and his friends were the last? We never did find out what happened to them..."

[featherfoot]

“People see the Warriors of Light as the villains here,” P’rihnn reminds him. “And with the state of things, I’m not sure if there’s any who has the Blessing of Light. And if everyone who fights these things end up taking their place...”

Still, Felih raises a good point, and he sighs. Why Felih, and not another?

“I’m going to have to beat the answers out of him, aren’t I?”

[seasoflight]

"As villains... they were only trying to do the right thing," Felih murmurs quietly. "They didn't know they'd tip the balance so lethally towards the light, in pursuit of justice. And they gave everything to come back and stop the Flood- isn't that why this world still lives? It must be- people say that Minfilia was the one who stopped it, and they went with her..."

The mention of beating the answers out of him makes Felih puff up, though.

"Please don't," comes the rushed answer. "He's feeble and crystalline and I fear he'd truly shatter and leave us both without answers and also, stranded."

[featherfoot]

“How about I gently beat the answers out of him?” P’rihnn amends. “...I know, I know. But he’s asking a lot of us and giving nothing back.”

His tail flicks back and forth, tapping against the ground.

“When we get back to the Crystarium, maybe you should try and talk to him again. On your own. I think I’d just lose my temper... and it is you he wanted, not me.”

[seasoflight]

Felih gives another deep sigh, ears lowering.

"Yes. Perhaps I will," he says quietly. "If nothing else, to report that we killed a Lightwarden already. Perhaps he'll be more willing to share with us now that we've shown we're doing something?"

His tail swishes over the grass for a moment, before he stretches and slowly begins to stand. "...let's get heading back, then. At least they've still got aetherytes in this realm. I'm not in the mood to make the walk all the way back..."

[featherfoot]

P’rihnn stays where he is for just a few moments more, before nodding his agreement and getting to his feet. “Well, maybe when things calm down in the Crystarium. People must be losing their minds,” he says, before offering Felih a grin and holding out his fist. “Rest up, and visit the tower in the morning!”

[seasoflight]

Felih smiles and bumps P'rihnn's fist with his own, and nods. "Let's do that, then. We ought to check in on everyone..." And with that, they can make the jump back to their temporary abode, taking in the way the city is reacting to the sudden darkness, the night sky.

At least the children's awe helps warm his heart after a tiring day.

[featherfoot]

Despite clear confusion and a slight undercurrent of worry, the people of the Crystarium celebrated the arrival of night as P’rihnn hoped they would, and he was more than happy to join in the celebrations until finally the pair retired to bed. Not a single person yet had questioned their involvement in the matter - P’rihnn felt, as newcomers the very day before the night returned, that it was only a matter of time - but they all were in awe at their first time ever seeing the stars.

P’rihnn being just a little drunk meant he slept a bit easier, and when he awoke to knocking at the door, he found himself in a tangle of limbs atop Felih in their shared bed. ...they really should sort out another...

Untangling himself, P’rihnn quickly made himself decent before approaching the door, calling out a “who is it?” through a wide yawn.

It was the Manager of Suites, here to relay a request for them to meet again with the Exarch... a few words, and he was gone, leaving P’rihnn to turn back to Felih. “You still up for going alone?”

[seasoflight]

P'rihnn wasn't the only one celebrating: Felih had been drinking and dancing, putting on a show in the tavern and helping keep the festivities rolling well into the night. Song and dance are his specialty, taverns and stages his home, and he's happy for the chance to just relax and enjoy himself.

Come morning, though, he's a little groggy and still very sleepy, not a morning person despite being a Seeker. He'd been quite cozy and cuddled up to P'rihnn, and awoke when the other Seeker started to untangle himself, blinking blearily as he watches the other man answer the door.

After a few moments to mull it over, he says, "Yes, I can go. Though, part of me just wants to sleep another bell or two..." He gives a big stretch and a yawn, his tail arcing over his back as he stretches forward in the usual feline manner, before standing up and trying to wake himself more. He takes his time, leisurely grooming himself and getting dressed, eating some breakfast before he bunts at P'rihnn's shoulder.

"Well. I'm off, then. Are you staying in, or going to wander about some?"

[featherfoot]

“I’ll wander a bit. Get more food... maybe I’ll cook, later,” P’rihnn suggests, his tail waving leisurely behind him at the thought of cooking something good. “Something for our inevitable journey to wherever we need to be.” At least, to his relief, his gil was apparently perfectly valid currency even in the First.

He sits on the bench, strapping on his sandals.

“I’ll walk with you to the tower, then head to the markets. That fine by you?”

[seasoflight]

"Oh? You cook? I'll look forward to it, then," Felih says with a smile, relaxing as he finishes up his braid, tying it off with a ribbon before he takes a standing stretch. "That sounds good. Let's head on over, then. The first proper morning after the first proper night. It'll be nice not to have to deal with blinding light when we're trying to sleep."

With that, the mage is dressed and ready to go, preened and clean and at least ready to face the day. (As they leave, he swears he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure in their room, but... it must have been his imagination.)

Off to the tower, and then Felih makes his way up the old path to the Ocular, remembering his summons, and hoping that this time he'll be able to get more information out of the reclusive Exarch.

[crystaltower]

The door is already wide open, and the Exarch in the very same spot he stood the last time Felih had entered his chambers. As his guest steps through, the doors swing closed behind him, and the Exarch greets him with a smile and a bow.

It would only take a few steps forward for Felih to find the barrier was still there.

“Felih. Thank you for your answering my summons...” He tilts his head. “Did your companion not wish to come?”

[seasoflight]

Felih reaches out and feels the barrier with his fingers, sighing softly and letting his ears fall when he realized he's still being shut out.

"Ah... he thought it would be better not to come. His temper, and all," Felih replies, before looking at the other man. "Must you truly still hide away back there? It's hard to trust someone I can't even really speak with face-to-face..."

[crystaltower]

“I have a great many reasons to keep my distance... most of them quite personal. Forgive me.” His voice, just as quiet and raspy as before, sounds flat - this is a statement rather than an apology. However, as a small concession, he does come a bit closer to the barrier, standing only a few yalms from Felih.

“I only mean to thank you both, for taking such decisive action so quickly, and returning the night to Lakeland.” His voice still sounds flat and emotionless, but he can’t quite find the energy to inject some feeling into it. “Before I had even given you any direction, no less.”

[seasoflight]

The man sounds like an automaton.

"You don't seem particularly pleased either way," Felih murmurs, still quite upset about the distance the man is insistent on keeping between them. "We learned what we could from the people here. Coupled with what you told us, we decided to go after the creatures' pack leaders. We hadn't expected that killing them would also return night... a happy accident, I suppose."

"Did you summon me here for empty thanks and some ushering off to the next beast to be killed?" Felih asks quietly. "I'm quite used to being pointed at threats, so just out with it, if that's the case."

[crystaltower]

“...no, I... wanted to see you.”

Wait, what is he saying? The Exarch shakes his head, and decides to simply discuss the matter at hand. He cannot be showing any kind of sentiment at this juncture - or at all.

“And my thanks are far from empty... your actions may have saved more lives than you realise. With Sin Eaters gathering in such numbers, it was all but certain they were about to fall upon a settlement in Lakeland, beyond my protection.” It seems that this time, Holminster Switch is not a concern.